Sometimes what you see; is what you tend to believe. It's there right in front of you; you can view it, hear it and touch it. There is no other way to validate its existence, because if something isn't there in front of you, how can you prove it exists at all?
Still, sometimes just because you can't see it, doesn't mean it's not there. Have you ever seen a Toa? Do you even know what it is? Have you seen them perform amazing feats using bursts of elemental power or their mask power? Or serve to protect smaller beings called Matoran, who live only to serve the will of the all-powerful deity Mata Nui? Or watch them defend the Matoran from a terrible villain called the Makuta?
I have.
I've watched a group of Toa, six in all, wield their elemental abilities in their efforts to stave off Makuta and a group of his minions: Rahi, or wild animals, twisted to serve his will, Matoran turned against his or her friends to carry out the Makuta's bidding . . . even brainwash children. The Toa did all in their power to conceal the children, three in all, from Makuta's clutches. They nearly succeeded, intent on bringing the children up in the light and away from the seductive lure of the darkness, except the children were hardheaded and intent on deciding their own path . . . even though they were incapable of doing so. They walked right into Makuta's hands and they paid the price. The Toa rescued them just in time, but at the expense of losing one to Makuta and severely injuring another. The Toa then realized it wasn't safe for the children to be here and sent them both back home. I don't know what became of the boy they sent away, but the girl's fate is as clear to me as the depths of a crystal. And if the Toa could see her now, they would have wished for her to come back.
My name is Cheryl Price. I'm fifteen years old, and I am a Toa's Apprentice.